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Chapter 316 Witness God's Power!

The corpses lay in disorder on the ground, and the corpses after the war were everywhere in the city of Deschanel.

All the great elders saw was a scene of despair.

King Nethor broke through the city wall of Deschanel and closed all the gates of the entire city. The old elder had already predicted that a cruel and inhuman looting was coming.

First, they asked for food and money from door to door, and then they used weapons to force them to interrogate them. Finally, there was a tragic killing, and the whole city was burned.

The Great Elder once heard all this from the refugees, and now, all this will happen to them.

But the point is, they can't do anything.

They couldn't escape, and they couldn't continue to resist. What awaited the tens of thousands of residents in the city were only sharp knives approaching every step of the way. Everything was like a slow death.

The Great Elder walked into the street dejectedly, pushed open the gate of the mansion, and all eyes came from the dim light and gathered on him.

Here, there are many true believers hiding, including those who originally followed the sect, and some citizens of Deschanel. After the fall of the royal city, the residents of the true believers who knew they would be robbed fled with their wealth. I came here just to find the slightest bit of stability.

Catherine looked at the Great Elder, and her hands were trembling at this moment. She should have been hiding in the music hall, but she came here because she was worried about these true believers.

The Great Elder said in a hoarse voice:
"King Nesor said... as long as we hand over enough gold and food, we can..."

He said the number exactly, and the faces of all the people present turned pale.

That's not a small amount, it's calculated on a head-to-head basis.

Moreover, who knows, after handing over the gold and food, King Nesor would not open his mouth and ask for more, until he peeled off their skin layer by layer and took their lives.

People looked at the standing elder with fear, their eyes full of confusion. In the endless darkness, no one could see where the way out except for continuing to pray for a miracle to come.

The Great Elder stood still, and he also couldn't see the so-called way out. In those dim old eyes, what he saw was blood and death all over the ground.

Every believer's face is full of misery and panic, their hands are tightly clenched, how pious they look, they must have recited thousands of scriptures in their hearts, but the elder knows , no matter what they do, it doesn't help.

The city has completely fallen under the control of others, and almost everyone is a fish on the chopping board.

And miracles... don't come.

The Great Elder silently took out a sack and collected the money to buy life from every believer. Some people donated more, and he thanked them in a low voice; He wanted everyone present to survive.

Not long after, both sacks were filled. The chief elder counted the number of people and found that there was still some missing, so he asked the deputy elder to open the cellar and fill in the missing part.

Catherine looked at the old man silently. The Great Elder was already overwhelmed by the disaster, and his figure was bent, as if he would fall down at any time.

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Of course, King Nesor would not let Deschanel go just like that.

At first, he only asked everyone to pay a certain amount of ransom, but after collecting all, he asked for more again.

This of course aroused resistance in the city, but the sporadic flames were extinguished in an instant.

And King Nesor took this as a reason to show more fangs.

On the one hand, he ordered the arrest of those who paid the least money and executed them in public, so as to make the whole royal city panic, and then promised several times that as long as the payment was at the middle level, there would be no danger of life.

The originally prosperous royal city was exploited again and again in this way inside and out, starvation was everywhere, and there were scrawny corpses everywhere.

The Great Elder saw with his own eyes that civilians who could not afford the money were dragged out one by one and executed in the street. He also witnessed countless people kneeling on the ground, begging the enemy troops who invaded the city not to take away the last bit of food.

A torrential rain fell in the dark sky, and the whole sky seemed to be crying, mourning for the people of the world who were full of scars before their eyes.

The Great Elder was walking on the bloody and smelly street. When he saw a corpse, he stopped involuntarily.

That was a true believer, the elder remembered him, he was a young man full of vigor.

But now, the latter was lying on the ground, his face was as pale as paper, and there was blood in the corner of his mouth.

The elder's lips trembled. He should lean over and pray for the soul of this true believer.

But he froze in place, motionless.

True believers cannot escape the clutches of the devil, even though they pray endlessly all day long, the Lord has never shown mercy, and the miracles they begged for have never come.

Not only true believers, but other mortals who prayed to the gods also did not see the slightest miracle.

The dying world is on the verge of collapse, on the cracked land, howling and despair will never stop,

"Mortal...was abandoned."

The Great Elder was completely hopeless, it was a kind of complete disappointment to the gods and mortals, in the face of a huge disaster, miracles never came, and mortals did not have the ability to redeem each other, but instead wanted to kill each other.

The rain fell on the ground, but it couldn't wash away the blood on the ground, but it made the place even dirtier.

The great elder stepped over the stumbling corpses one by one, and murmured in a daze:
"Mud,
We are the dust of the earth..."

The bean-heavy rain was like ice skates, stinging the old man's nerves.

In the empty streets and alleys, this old man is like a ghost.

Suddenly, he knelt down in the rain and looked up at the dark sky.

"My Lord above!
I praise you, I praise you from my heart,
It is you who let me see the helplessness of mortals, and you who let me see the humbleness of mortals!
I exalt you in every greatness, with every disaster you acquiesce in! "

The Great Elder's voice was hoarse, he faced the sky, and the whole city under his feet was devastated.

He praised the great Lord madly, which was not only a kind of desolate despair, but also a loud questioning of pain.

Amidst the praises, the Great Elder asked fiercely.

"I surrender to you, I believe in you! Now all peoples have seen the great disaster that day! All peoples will kneel before the Supreme God!"

"I pray! I wait for your listening. I repent! I wait for your forgiveness. Will you show a miracle in front of us, and use your power to restore the entire overturned world?!"

"Lord, the children of God are hurting each other, the children of God are but the dust of the earth..."

The rain covered the Great Elder's wrinkles, and no one could see that the Great Elder's crazy praise was a heart that had already been covered with dust.

How pious he was, chanting God's scriptures day after day.

Why is God always hidden from us?Why has the promised salvation never come when the end is approaching?

There are too many questions in this old man's heart. If the destruction had not come, he might have brought all these questions underground, and would not reveal a single bit of them.

But he couldn't, because destruction had come.

The Great Elder slowly approached the dead true believer, he raised his hand and smoothed the young man's eyes.

The old man's face could no longer tell whether it was tears or rain.

"Even the Son of God...is nothing but the dust of the earth..."

The Great Elder murmured like a walking corpse.

In desperation, he had already seen his final destiny. Before long, the butcher's knife would come to his neck, drawing a desperate end to an aging life.

He lowered his head and stared at the dead in front of him. The hand that was pressed on the latter's face felt cold.

The Great Elder no longer praised, nor questioned.

I'm just an insignificant dust of the earth...

In a trance...

Suddenly, there was a slight warm touch on the fingertips of the Great Elder.

He opened his eyes and looked at the dead man in front of him in astonishment.

Is this an illusion...

This child is obviously dead, just now...

Before the Great Elder could think about it, he suddenly noticed that the eyelashes of the true believer in front of him were moving slightly.

"This, this is..."

The Great Elder felt something, he turned his head suddenly, and took a last look at the sky full of haze, like an eternal night.

When the eyes of the Great Elder fell on the sky...

His head hummed, his limbs trembled, and goosebumps rose from his wrinkled flesh.

Above the sky, in the direction where the mountain stands...

The haze receded slowly, glowing with a miraculous golden light.

The true believer in front of him, who had been dead for a long time, started to breathe weakly.

The dead man, God let him from the dead...

Resurrected.

miracle…

The Great Elder saw with his own eyes that the true believer in front of him opened his eyes and looked around with weak and puzzled eyes.

Not just one, two, dozens, hundreds of cold bodies lying on the ground, as if they had found life from somewhere, their limbs trembled slowly, and they looked at each other in a state of astonishment and doubt. Looking at the world in front of me.

it's like...

The newborn baby opened its eyes curiously.

miracle…

The great elder's soul could only tremble.

"miracle…"

Once, he almost never waited for a miracle to come in his entire life.

And now...

Hundreds of millions of souls were resurrected from the dead, witnessing the power of God together!
　I just cleared a game in the past two days, so I won’t find new games to play in the next few days, and concentrate on writing more words and saving more drafts. (tears)
　　
　
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